I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. ↗
Even though it has been very painful, lots of opportunities have come forward journalistically. Once all of this blows over, I think it might actually help that I have gotten this attention. ↗
There was no indication of panic. The broken files marched back in steady step. The effort was nobly made and failed from the blows that could not be fended. ↗